Wednesday, December 26, 2018

Cards on the Table

Cards on the table, Bitches...


How was your 2018?
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  1. Ms Scarlet3:51 AM, December 26, 2018

    A complete cock-up.
    Sx

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  2. ayeM8y11:19 AM, December 26, 2018

    It was terrible and went by like a blur. I lost my father in March and a brother in October. Every year I say next year will be better and it's always worse. I don't say that anymore. Here's to a Happy Fucking New Year...

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    1. normadesmond1:41 PM, December 26, 2018

      Darling, why you're our existential poster child!

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    2. ayeM8y11:52 PM, December 26, 2018

      Thank you Norma, that's probably the nicest thing anyone has called in a while.

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    3. ayeM8y11:53 PM, December 26, 2018

      *me

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  3. Jon1:25 PM, December 26, 2018

    "Dick of Cards"?

    Least said about 2018 the better, really - we moved house (which was stressful, but we've made it look fab), we celebrated our twenty-year anniversary, we made the BBC website news for our Pride outfits, and it was a lovely summer - but as for the rest...

    Jx

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  4. normadesmond2:02 PM, December 26, 2018

    This fucking year? Next fucking year?

    Ask me when Trump dies, miserably.

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    1. Testosterone12:14 PM, December 27, 2018

      Norma dear,

      Cheer up, old lass,
      air out each feeling,
      about curtailed expressions,
      from "art" to kneeling.

      As for your knees,
      oh, surgeon's delight,
      are but pogo stick bottoms,
      positioned just right.

      This year has come,
      in simplistic tweets,
      glazed over ignorance,
      between nations and sheets.

      No one to hold,
      consequence-free,
      just repeat yourself,
      on Fox TV.

      Deny what ya paid,
      fire who did your lyin',
      keep everything off-kilter,
      to stop Mueller's pryin'.

      But Norma dear,
      you hold the key,
      a hooker's wisdom,
      with the urge to pee.

      The pre-paid plan,
      for a man who will skate,
      become gold digger #4,
      and Lady MacBeth as his mate.




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  5. Inexplicable DeVice2:12 PM, December 26, 2018

    I want to say something amusing about the Jack's club, but my brain has shorted out due to too many gins.
    All in all, I didn't think 2018 was too bad (as long as I didn't pay attention to the news). I spent a lot of time outside either freezing my tits off with my tripod out up Madam's Lane, or boiling hot in short-shorts on the beach. The last few months of the year have pushed the old stress levels up a few notches as, like Jon, I moved house (with another move to come early in 2019).

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  6. Jeffery3:21 PM, December 26, 2018

    The parts that didn’t suck were OK. I am coming up to being a care giver for 4 years with no end in sight. Not that an end would be a great thing. For some strange reason I ordered about 300 bulbs that got put in this past fall. Am hoping to see a bit of cheery color in late April or early May.

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  7. The Mistress6:02 PM, December 26, 2018

    I need a stiff one after reading these comments.

    Shall we just take it day by day in the new year rather than wishing one massive happy one?

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    1. Jon6:51 PM, December 26, 2018

      A massive one would be a rather nice way to celebrate the New Year, n'est ce pas? Jx

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  8. mrpeenee8:42 PM, December 26, 2018

    I had a perfectly fine, quiet year. Nobody died, I sold my house for an embarrassing amount, moved to the Castro neighborhood, where I've always wanted to live and doing more than fine, thank you. I hope this helps.

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  9. hayward7:00 AM, December 27, 2018

    I moved back south to New Orleans for a new job. No more snow shoveling for me.

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  10. Mitzi 7:12 AM, December 27, 2018

    I won £500 on a scratch card.

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  11. The Mistress7:16 AM, December 27, 2018

    Mr. Peenee's comment helps.

    Now let's ask Mitzi to buy the first round of stiff ones.

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  12. Burt Weston11:36 AM, December 28, 2018

    I continue to endure the rising mediocrity of my life as advancing age makes good sex, great friends, and better labels seem less and less available.

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